At one o’clock, Mike had turned most of the lights down and closed the doors. Just the Spanish, a couple of other regulars and Trish with one of her...pals.Jose asked if we could go in the pool for a late dip. Mike did allow this sometimes, but only as long as there was no noise.So, there we all were clothes off, stripped down to underwear and in the pool. We had a bit of lark about, all good fun. I became aware that Trish just seemed to touch me now and then, a brush against me, or a hand on my. He then picked me up with his strong arms and carried me to the trunk of his car where he deposited me. He demanded, "Thank me for the trouble I went through for you Carla." After the display of his ruthlessness that had cost me my teeth, I was terrified of what might happen if I displeased him. I said, "Than u thir." My tongue had still not regained full function and my bleeding gums made my words come out sounding like baby talk. By the trunk light he looked at his pitiful, toothless slave. I didn’t check the list before I brought the ladies out.”“The list?”“Ever watch the pilot of a private plane... ?”“I fly,” he said, “Check list ... I got it.”“I have a list of things that Shelby has reported as breaking or suffers from abnormal wear, I have had most everything Shelby reports replaced at the factory ... there are some that have a very low incidence of breakage.”“Too bad that’s not a law ... there’d be fewer accidents.”“Yup ... some people don’t want their lives interfered. I could not leave myself alone for hours. We met after work each week in a funny little hotel in the West End, just round the corner from the BBC. A drink at the bar and then to our room, the uncovering of the bed, the pretence at conversation and then the act itself. She was incredible. She found places and nerve endings that I never knew existed. Afterwards we would order room service and watch TV and cuddle and then it would all kick off again… every Wednesday. I loved her so fucking much..